"Why don't you dare?" Ling Xiyue raised her lips, "The one I'm going to hit is you!"
Holy shit!
Damn it!
Is this Ling Xiyue?
That Ling Xiyue who doesn't fight back when hit or scolded, who just giggles all day long?
It’s like he’s changed his soul!
"You...you...Ling Xiyue, are you crazy?" Zhan Pingting's bun was crooked and her hairpins were scattered all over the floor. She covered her face and slumped on the ground, with a bruised nose and swollen face. She was slapped all over the floor by two consecutive slaps.
Looking for teeth.
Ling Xiyue chuckled and stepped forward.
"Don't come over here." Zhan Pingting stepped back.
The injury from the previous two days had not healed yet, and she was "beaten" again today. She was really scared now.
"Ling Xiyue, that's enough." Zhan Xin'er spoke sternly, and finally couldn't help but stand up. He could no longer hide behind and pretend to be a good person, "Enough is enough, this is the Protector's Mansion, not your country place, you can let it go
You can behave as you please."
Ling Xiyue looked at Zhan Xin'er.
Do you want to try it too?
Zhan Xin'er unconsciously pursed her lips and shut up, feeling a little flustered for no reason.
"I'm teaching you, sister, how to slap you like this." Ling Xiyue looked back, squatted down on one knee, looked into Zhan Pingting's trembling eyes, and spoke softly, "Some people really don't know how to discipline. Today
, let me teach you what the rules are."
The two soldiers were so frightened that they retreated to the back.
Ling Xiyue stood up and looked down at Zhan Pingting, "My first slap is because you have no dignity! How dare you tell me the rules? According to the ancestral rules, I am the direct descendant and you are the descendant.
As a fellow slave, what qualifications do you have to allow me to show my respect to you?"
She said, "I think there is really no one in this house to take good care of me. Is this slave really riding on his master's head?"
What Zhan Pingting just said, the original sentence is returned.
The princes and grandsons exchanged glances.
This is really the case...
It's just that Ling Xiyue was stupid and stupid at first, neither fighting nor grabbing, and Zhan Xin'er was always in charge of the palace. Gradually, everyone almost forgot that in the entire Hou family, Ling Xiyue is the only one who is the direct descendant, and the rest are just concubines.
Just a side branch.
Even though Ling Xi's father is unknown, she still can't bear the love of the old Marquis, and besides, she is the first wife's first wife.
Zhan Pingting's face was so red that she couldn't refute. Zhan Xin'er's face didn't look much better either. There was no difference between these two slaps and a slap on her face. wavv
Ling Xiyue turned her eyes, met Zhan Xin'er's eyes, and continued, "According to my status in the court, I am a royal princess of the first rank bestowed by your majesty, with the same status as a princess and noble concubine. You and I have no official or nobility.
It’s not an exaggeration for you to bow down and bow down, but you won’t bow when you see me.”
She smiled, with a charming and bright face, "I guess you are more noble than His Majesty..."
Who is this who disrespects His Majesty?
When everyone heard this, they were all shocked.
Okay, why did you drag them into the water?
No one can afford to be labeled as someone who despises the emperor's power. Before Ling Xiyue could finish her sentence, she was already kneeling on the ground or leaning forward to pay tribute.
"Greetings to Princess Xiyue."
"I've met Princess Xiyue!"
Everyone had sweat dripping from their foreheads and cursed secretly in their hearts.
They just joined in the fun, and now they are suffering. Who said Ling Xiyue is a fool? He is so eloquent that he almost calls a living person a dead person. This guy couldn't be pretending before, right?
Zhan Xin'er froze there, her beautiful face turning from red to green, and from green to purple.
Those colorful ones are so beautiful.
"We are all sisters, so we don't need to pay too much attention to these false etiquette." Zhan Xin'er smiled, but in his heart he was itching with hatred. When she became the princess, let's see how Ling Xiyue could still hold the princess in front of her.